Because he is also considered, let’s say, a God — since if we also look at mythology, many traditions had a triad of Gods. And this triad is really one main God of the Sun, split into seasons — like morning, day, evening, and night. Therefore, the Red Dragon is something that corresponds to the darkness, the underworld. Why must I come to know him? Well, on one hand, if I am to know all the gods — and if I am to become the main God — then I must probably go through all the stages of these gods. That is, it’s a progression through the stages of God. As if, in order to become the main God, you must first become the first, then the second, then the third — ascending this hierarchy. And maybe I must come to know the third to become the fourth. And the fourth is also the fifth. It’s all expressed in a kind of sacred language — tangled and interwoven — but I’m working on it. So I’ll say this: I feel like I’m only still on the path. I haven’t yet completed the process of knowing the Red Dragon. And I don’t know anything for sure about the “old man” — whether we’ve truly been without him all this time and whether he really died, or whether it was Rockefeller, or some entirely other figure we aren’t meant to know about, which would also make sense. I don’t know, but... it’s interesting who might take his place. And maybe it’s true that once the new boss appears, as Big Alexander put it, order will be restored. And maybe all the disorder really is because that “grandfather” is gone.
Question: When Valentina was showing you Tsarskoye Selo and said, “Alex, you’re home” — how do you understand that now? What was the system trying to tell you through her?
Well, even back then, when I was writing all of this down in my drafts, I understood that it would eventually become a book... I was already working on the book “The Path”, writing in drafts that “they” — I used to call them “they” back then — those who control everything, were passing knowledge and information to me. There was a reason they were passing it on. So even at that time, though I was still young — it was 2010–2011 — Big Alexander was already telling me that I was someone important, that people would follow me, that I was somebody. Back then I was surrounded by a couple of guys — two brothers — and a girl who was the driver. As we were decoding all of this